Last night I ended up at work a good two hours later than I'd anticipated. I got off around 11:30 and sped over to my friend's birthday celebration. Which, while I'm glad I made an appearance for the birthday boy, was only barely worth the drive. Tons of people, crowded, smoky, everyone drunk when I wasn't. So I headed back to work to drive the rest of the girls home, since I knew they'd started drinking when I'd left. Despite being the responsible driver last night, the picture I took was of a beer covered table at the restaurant where some regulars were sitting.
I need to get better at framing. That tip of pinky finger hanging out there is kind of disturbing. And I think that's my camera case fuzzing in the foreground. Ugh.